The Virgin’s Slot Chapter 9

Inspired by the Holy Spirit

Written by Damilola Babs

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You can have them all and go. Get out of my life, get out of my face, I am tired!” Mary cried.

“Mary! Mary! Are you mad?!” Her mother slapped her from behind. “Where do we go to from here? Where?!”

“Mummy! Mummy don’t touch me! You made me say yes to this idiot! I knew he was bad news from the first day he drove in and claimed he loved me. God! What was I thinking? You are not even a believer!”

“My father owns a church you rat!” He told her angrily.

“But you, you don’t own Christ. You don’t even know him!” She yelled to his face fearlessly.

“Fine, let Christ show up for you, let him help you foolish woman!” He told her and faced the guys.

“Make sure she and every of her family members leaves this place, do you understand?!”

“Yes sir!” One of the men answered for all of them.

Mary stared at Wisdom as he walked away and then disappeared into his car. He zoomed off without mercy.

Mary’s mother kept yelling and saying many things to her. She just couldn’t think straight. She walked away from her mother and moved to another side of the house to help her think straight.

She didn’t know what to do, her job had not come, she needed help. She brought out her phone and dialed Andrew’s number. She was scared, she hated to be a burden, yet, the man was her only hope.

“Hey sister, woman of God, how far?” His voice came on happily.

“Um…” Mary started, clearing her voice in her usual character. “I need your help.” She told him.

“Ermmm…” she hesitated again.

“Tell me anything, I am here for you.” He told her calmly. Mary simply burst into tears and couldn’t say anything.

“Wait! Are you home? I am coming.” He told her and dropped the call.

“See, you better do something about this nonsense! Do something ooo! You this child! Alakoba omo!”

“Mummy don’t say those things to me, don’t say those things to me, I beg you in the name of God. I beg you!” She told her mother and sat on one of the bags outside the house.

“Hey…” Andrew’s voice came up very softly. Mary’s mother looked at the man and hissed. He didn’t look at the woman at any time, he just focused on Mary, lifting her slowly up to her feet and hugging her.

“Shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” He calmed her down as she cried more.

“Oh, so Wisdom pays the rent and that is why he could angrily come to throw you out.” He said and chuckled. “Okay, great! First and foremost, sorry I caused you so much trouble.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” It is not your fault.” She told him.

“Okay. And secondly,I need to get you and your family to a safe place. Staying here would giveWisdom the right to keep hurting you. Umm, give me a minute.” He told her and walked away from her, holding his phone to his ear. Mary’s mother rushed to her side and dragged her closer to herself.

“Is he rich like Wisdom?” she asked her daughter in a low whisper.

“No, he is not, but he is not as thoughtless as him either.” She told her mother.

“So, how is he going to help us?” she asked her daughter again.

“I don’t know!”

“What does he do?”

“He is a fashion designer.”

“What is fashion designer? A tailor is a tailor, abeg.” She hissed and walked away from Mary’s side.

“Umm, we would have to wait. A truck is coming to take these things away from here. You and your brother would stay with me, your mom, um. She has stay with an old aunt so that I can buy time to settle the apartment issue. I’ll wait here with you.” He told her. “That’s your younger brother, right?”

“Yes, Joshua!” She called the young man to come close.”

“Good afternoon sir,” Joshua greeted once he came close.”

“Hey Josh, wassup?” Andrew greeted the young man casually and shook his hand like they were friends. Josh responded.

…to be continued tomorrow by 8 pm.
Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
No part of this book shall be plagiarized except if authorized by the author.

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